Your words are
non-swimmer in
the river
pieces of paper
in the storm
cubes of ice in
the stove
I am childish,
but still
I am not so
foolish
If your actions
nothing show
your declaration
of love
is the broken
arrow
Be my umbrella
in the rain
my lifeguard at
the lake
Be my jacket in
the snow
in the summer my
shadow
That you love me
I will know
when with
actions you show
you are
strawberries with cream
not the cheap,
bitter drink
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